Death

""Paid the debt of nature." No; it is not paying a debt; it is rather like bringing a note to the bank to obtain solid gold for it. In this case you bring this cumbrous body which is nothing worth, and which you could not wish to retain long; you lay it down, and receive for it from the eternal treasures — liberty, victory, knowledge, rapture."

"We must all die! All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him?"

"But, oh! fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early."

"Death hath so many doors to let out life."

"Young Never-Grow-Old, with your heart of gold And the dear boy's face upon you; It is hard to tell, though we know it well, That the grass is growing upon you."

": The dead ride swiftly."

"So we fall asleep in Jesus. We have played long enough at the games of life, and at last we feel the approach of death. We are tired out, and we lay our heads back on the bosom of Christ, and quietly fall asleep."

"Death is something inevitable. When a man has done what he considers to be his duty to his people and his country, he can rest in peace. I believe I have made that effort and that is, therefore, why I will sleep for the eternity."

"All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than the animals that know nothing."

"I want to meet my God awake."

"Sit the comedy out, and that done, When the Play's at an end, let the Curtain fall down."

"On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everybody drops to zero."

"Die Todten reiten schnell."

"I am not in the least surprised that your impression of death becomes more lively, in proportion as age and infirmity bring it nearer. God makes use of this rough trial to undeceive us in respect to our courage, to make us feel our weakness, and to keep us in all humility in His hands."

"He that always waits upon God is ready whenever He calls. Neglect not to set your accounts even; he is a happy man who to lives as that death at all times may find him at leisure to die."

"Dying visions of angels and Christ and God and heaven are confined to credibly good men. Why do not bad men have such visions? They die of all sorts of diseases; they have nervous temperaments; they even have creeds and hopes about the future which they cling to with very great tenacity; why do not they rejoice in some such glorious illusions when they go out of the world?"

"And when no longer we can see Thee, may we reach out our hands, and find Thee leading us through death to immortality and glory."

"Out of the strain of the Doing, Into the peace of the Done; Out in the thirst of Pursuing, Into the rapture of Won. Out of grey mist into brightness, Out of pale dusk into Dawn— Out of all wrong into rightness, We from these fields shall be gone. "Nay," say the saints, "Not gone but come, Into eternity's Harvest Home.""

"But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay."

"the great death waits to gather me in its stars."

"I cried to Thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication. What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise Thee? Shall it declare Thy truth?""

"Philosophy instructs us to pay homage to the gods, not through hope or fear, but from veneration of Their superior nature. It moreover enables us to conquer the fear of death, by teaching us that it is no proper object of terror; since, whilst we are, death is not, and when death arrives, we are not: so that it neither concerns the living nor the dead."

"How immense is being, when you thought yourself dead!"

"To the Christian, these shades are the golden haze which heaven's light makes, when it meets the earth, and mingles with its shadows."

"If life has not made youby God's grace, through faith, holy — think you, will death, without faith do it? The cold waters of that narrow stream are no purifying bath in which you may wash and be clean. No! no! as you go down into them, you will come up from them."

"He thought it happier to be dead, To die for Beauty, than live for bread."

"If we could know Which of us, darling, would be first to go, Who would be first to breast the swelling tide And step alone upon the other side— If we could know!"

"So he passed over and all the trumpets sounded For him on the other side."

"Death is the king of this world: 'tis his park Where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain Are music for his banquet."

"[Words he used to refuse heart surgery the day before he passed away.]"

"All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom."

"What a power has Death to awe and hush the voices of this earth! How mute we stand when that presence confronts us, and we look upon the silence he has wrought in a human life! We can only gaze, and bow our heads, and creep with our broken, stammering utterances under the shelter of some great word which God has spoken, and in which we see through the history of human sorrow the outstretching and overshadowing of the eternal arms."

"I want to go when I want. It is tasteless to prolong life artificially. I have done my share; it is time to go. I will do it elegantly."

"Death is the way to immortality. Love will begin when the world ends."

"Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."

"In the jaws of death."

"Like a led victim, to my death I'll go, And dying, bless the hand that gave the blow."

"The drama of death has always seemed to me the truest element in life."

"But whether on the scaffold high, Or in the battle's van, The fittest place where man can die Is where he dies for man."

"God giveth His beloved sleep;" and in that peaceful sleep, realities, not dreams, come round their quiet rest, and fill their conscious spirits and their happy hearts with blessedness and fellowship. In His own time He will make the eternal morning dawn, and the hand that kept them in their slumbers shall touch them into waking, and shall clothe them when they arise according to the body of His own glory; and they, looking into His face, and flashing back its love, its light, its beauty, shall each break forth into singing as the rising light of that unsetting day touches their transfigured and immortal heads, in the triumphant thanksgiving, "I am satisfied, for I awake in Thy likeness."

"I do not know why a man should be either regretful or afraid, as he watches the hungry sea eating away this "bank and shoal of time" upon which he stands, even though the tide has all but reached his feet — if he knows that God's strong hand will be stretched forth to him at the moment when the sand dissolves from under him, and will draw him out of many waters, and place him high above the floods on the stable land where there is "no more sea.""

"He was exhal'd; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew."

"Heaven gave him all at once; then snatched away, Ere mortals all his beauties could survey; Just like the flower that buds and withers in a day."

"Fear Death? – to feel the fog in my throat,The mist in my face."

"Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long."

"So was she soon exhaled, and vanished hence; As a sweet odour, of a vast expense. She vanished, we can scarcely say she died."

"The grand perhaps."

"To die would be an awfully big adventure."

"Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where."

"Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves! who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves."